"Ow... ouch...ow... ouch...ow... ouch..." In a mantra form, a woman repeats. Her voice is soft, her mouth filling with air before she'd blow them out.
She paces the pavement, her legs shaking as she wanted them to. She's wearing a baggy clothing, her pants, drawling down while she finishes with flip flops.
"What's wrong?" A man, approaches her, his gait quick. There's a worry look in his brown eyes. He is haste to come to her side and hooks his arms around her. "Are you okay, my love?"
"I am, dear. I was practicing when my stomach will be full...our child in there." She laughs, not feeling idiotic for what she's doing, but lucid happiness.
The man, her husband, shakes his head. "You must be joking, Mrs. Seth."
"In a sense, I am, Mr. Seth." His wife giggles as he begins to tickle her,
